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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Thursday, April 9, 2009

On Monday, I went to get my hair cut with Dad. Omigosh I love my hairstylist. He rocks man! My hair is saved! :D

Dad got his hair cut too. Not too short though, it'd totally look weird.

I'd never ever change my hair salon ever again! :D Ok, unless it closes or what. That'd be totally unexpected.

The weird guy who washed my hair was weird. Cos well, he kept asking me questions on school. And I totally don't know school.

WHAT IS SCHOOL?

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